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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Alphaville to the grime 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.