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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Nico to the techno 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.