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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.