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 Brazil and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scrapy to the rock 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.