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 France and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.