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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.