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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.