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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Pole,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.