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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.