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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 harpsichord 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.