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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Swans to the funk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.