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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.