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 France and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the electroclash 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.