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 Denmark and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.