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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.