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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.