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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Cale to the grime 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.