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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Tremeloes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.