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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '90s.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.