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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.