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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Faust to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Fear,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.