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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.