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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
X-102,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.