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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.