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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grunge 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.