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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.