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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
ABBA,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.