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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.