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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Associates 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.