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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Black Bananas to the punk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Gong,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.