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 Mexico and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 The Slackers to the funk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
X-102,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.