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 Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Durutti Column to the electroclash 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.