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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.