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 Tanzania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.