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 Togo and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.