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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.