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 Romania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Cheater Slicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.