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 Latvia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.