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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.