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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
X-101,
EPMD,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.