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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Gong,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.