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 Gambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
The Names,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.