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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Icehouse to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.