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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.