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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.