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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.