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 Yemen and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.