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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.