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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jawbox to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.