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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.