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 Peru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.