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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack 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?
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.