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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 clarinet 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.