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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.