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 Iraq and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Franke,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.