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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Christie. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.