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 St Lucia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.