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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.