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 Iran and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.