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 Turkey and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.