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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
The Names,
OOIOO,
UT,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.