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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.