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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Chrome,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.