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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.