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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 48th St. Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.