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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.