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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.