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 Barbados 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.