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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.