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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Al Stewart to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Monolake,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.