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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gun Club to the punk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Magazine,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.