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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.