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 Gabon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Warren Ellis to the techno 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.