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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.