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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.