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 Antigua 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the jazz 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.