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 Chile and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Barracudas to the grime 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.