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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne 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?
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
MDC,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.