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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.