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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Germs to the crunk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Brick,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.