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 Fiji and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.