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 Iran 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Flipper to the electroclash 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Ronan,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.