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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.