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 Ecuador and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
PIL,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.