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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.