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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the dance 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.