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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Steve Hackett 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.