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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the crunk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.