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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.