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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.