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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Qualms,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.