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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.