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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.