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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.