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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Sex Pistols to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Symarip,
X-102,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.