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 Singapore 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Music Machine to the punk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.