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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
X-102,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
The Residents,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.