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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Ludus to the techno 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.