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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Q65,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.