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 Nauru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Dave Clark Five to the grime 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Television,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.