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 Niger and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Faust,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.