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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Ponytail to the disco 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Crime,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
cv313,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.