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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Seeds to the grunge 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.