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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Country Teasers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.