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 Canada and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
PIL,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.