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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.