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 Iceland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.