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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Darondo,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
This Heat,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.