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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Cameo 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.