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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.