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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.