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 India and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gang of Four to the rap 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.