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 Nauru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.