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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
UT,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Wings,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.