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 Malta and from Accra.
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 Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.