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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Depeche Mode to the grime 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Nico,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
cv313,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.