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 Samoa and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.