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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.