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 Austria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.