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 Spain and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.