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 Niger and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.