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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Minor Threat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.