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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.