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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '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 Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.