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 Spain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mantronix to the crunk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Section 25,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.