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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Mars,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.