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 Pakistan 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee 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?
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.