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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.