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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.