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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.