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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.