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 Ecuador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.