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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.