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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Pole,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.