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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Magma,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Aswad,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.