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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Blancmange to the grunge 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.