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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 The Victims to the techno 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.