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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Fluxion,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.