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 Egypt and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.