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 Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Negative Approach to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.