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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.