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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.