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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Babytalk to the grime 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Organ,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.