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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Iggy Pop to the rap 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.