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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.