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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.