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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Manchester and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 OOIOO to the rap 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.