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 France and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Jacob Miller to the rock 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.