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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minny Pops to the dance 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.