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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Darondo,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.