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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
DNA,
Crime,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.