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 China and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Fad Gadget to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.