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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 The Saints to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.