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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Pere Ubu to the disco 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
June Days,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
the Association,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.