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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 clarinet 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.