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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the dance 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.