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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Brick,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.