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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.