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 Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugs to the grunge 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.