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 Denmark and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
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.