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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.