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 Moldova and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Can,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.