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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.