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 Serbia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.