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 Bahrain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Television,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.