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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
The Remains,
The Saints,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.