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 Vietnam and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.