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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.