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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.