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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Vogues 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.