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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
EPMD,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.