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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
the Association,
The Index,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.