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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Wire,
Visage,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.