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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crime to the rap 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.