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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.