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 Tonga and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.