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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.