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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Invisible 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Visage,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.