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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.