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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Darondo,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.