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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin 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 Visage to the rock 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.