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 Yemen 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
MDC,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
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.