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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.