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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.