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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.