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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.