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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.