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 Burkina and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barracudas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.