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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Nirvana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.