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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
The Slits,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.