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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Japan,
The Doors,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.