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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.