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 India and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.