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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
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 harpsichord 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Visage,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.