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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.