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 Mexico and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.