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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
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 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.