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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
UT,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.