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 Samoa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Angry Samoans to the grime 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.