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 Gabon and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.