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 Namibia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 T. Rex to the techno 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.