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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Whodini to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.