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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.