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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 The Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.