Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Iggy Pop to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
CMW,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.