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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Zapp,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.