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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.