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 Turkmenistan 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
DNA,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.