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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.