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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 A Certain Ratio to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.