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 Seychelles and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Lou Reed to the rock 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Nico,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.