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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Magma,
Zapp,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.