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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.