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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.