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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Nico,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.