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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 The Cowsills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.