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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gichy Dan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.