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 Qatar and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.