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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
the Human League,
Q65,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.