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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.