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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.