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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 Woodstock and Cairo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 E-Dancer to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.