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 United States and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the jazz 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.