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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.