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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.