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 Mauritius and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Connie Case to the electroclash 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.