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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Q65,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.