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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 June Days to the grunge 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.