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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.