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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.