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 Israel and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
The Saints,
ABC,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.