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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec 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?
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.