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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Y Pants to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.