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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.