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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mr. Review to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Crime,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.