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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.