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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.