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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Martian to the punk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted 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.