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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 David Axelrod to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.