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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.