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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Gong to the punk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.