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 France 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Faraquet to the funk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.