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 Argentina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.