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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead Boys to the grunge 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.