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 London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Model 500,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.