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 Mongolia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 The Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.