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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.