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 St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.