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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Move to the grunge 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.