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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.