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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Germs 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.