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 Angola and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.