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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.