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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.