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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.