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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.