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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Oneida,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.