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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
AZ,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Q65,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.