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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.