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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the techno 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.