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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 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 The Beau Brummels to the rock 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.