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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.