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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.