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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
UT,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.