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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.