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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.