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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 The Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.