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 Burkina and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.