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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.