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 Cyprus 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.