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 Chad and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Sex Pistols to the rock 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Scientists,
Smog,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.