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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Index,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.