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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.