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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
John Cale,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.