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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti 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?
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.