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 China and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mandrill to the electroclash 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Television,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.