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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.