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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood 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?
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Motorama,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.