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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Technova,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.