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 Luxembourg 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.