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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Section 25 to the crunk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.