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 Costa Rica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.