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 United States and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.