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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.