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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the rock 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.