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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Lyres,
PIL,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.