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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.