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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.