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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.