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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.