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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Last Poets to the rock 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.