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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.