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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Liliput,
JFA,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.