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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Scion to the disco 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.