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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marmalade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.