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 Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
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.