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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the techno 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.