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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.