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 Algeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Smiths to the jazz 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.