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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.