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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.