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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Stetsasonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Faust,
The Fall,
Magma,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.