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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.