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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Stiv Bators to the rap 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.