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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pylon to the electroclash 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Visage,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.