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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.