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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.