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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.