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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Nico,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.