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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.