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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 the Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
the Association,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.