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 Montenegro and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.