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 London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.