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-Bissau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.