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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.