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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.