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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.