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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.