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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic to the rock 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.