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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Human League 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon 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?
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.