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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.