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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.