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 France and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Delon & Dalcan 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Television,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.