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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.