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 Chile and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the grime 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.