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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.