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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.