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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.