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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.