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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.