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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 China Crisis to the electroclash 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Crime,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
Yazoo,
DNA,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.