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 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
cv313,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.