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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Procol Harum to the grunge 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe 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?
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.