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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.