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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Magazine to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Organ,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Index,
Slave,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Make Up,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.