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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Golliwogs to the rock 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh 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?
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.