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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.