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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Jacob Miller to the disco 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.