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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.