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 Brunei and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Pierre Henry to the disco 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
The Index,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.