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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.