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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Gun Club to the jazz 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.