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 Tajikistan 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Offenders to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.