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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gong 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.