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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Schoolly D to the funk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.