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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Amazonics to the electroclash 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.