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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.