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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.