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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 harpsichord 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 The Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.