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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.