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 San Marino and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Hoover to the funk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.