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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sixth Finger to the grime 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh 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?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
The Associates,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.