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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Lindisfarne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.