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 France 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Mummies to the crunk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Kayak,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Smog,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.