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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 American Breed to the grunge 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.