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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.