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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.