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 India and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Raincoats to the rap 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.