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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 guitar 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.