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 Canada and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
MC5,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.