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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.