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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Lindisfarne to the dance 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.