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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.