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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.