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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.