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 Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Bad Manners 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Ronan,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.