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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 funk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.