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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
X-101,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.