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 Spain and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the disco 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.