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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.