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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Gong,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.