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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Fear,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.