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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
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 Salvador and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Crime,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.