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 Thailand and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Infiniti to the rap 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.