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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Television Personalities to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani 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?
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.