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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Monks,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.