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 Korea North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.