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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.