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 Zambia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.