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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Royal Trux 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.