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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Loose Ends to the crunk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.