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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.