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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.