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 Morocco and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.