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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.