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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.