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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Henry Cow to the rock 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.