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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Durutti Column to the punk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
X-101,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.