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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
The Index,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.