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 Poland and from Accra.
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 Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.