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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Mighty Diamonds to the techno 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.