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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat 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?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.