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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.