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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.