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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Index,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.