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 South Africa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Birthday Party to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.