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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Harmonia to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.