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 China and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.