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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.