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 Jordan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Doors to the funk 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.