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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Wings,
Faust,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.