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 Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
AZ,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.