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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The Velvet Underground 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.