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 Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 X-101 to the grunge 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Wire,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.