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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the dance 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.