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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.