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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.