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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.