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 Ukraine and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.