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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.