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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.