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 Burundi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.