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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.