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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.