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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.