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 Botswana and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Can,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.