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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.