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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 ABC to the funk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.