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 Angola 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.