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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Fear,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.