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 El Salvador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Crime,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.