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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.