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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
June Days,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.