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 Malta and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
MDC,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.