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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Crime,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.