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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Niagra to the dance 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.