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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Magazine,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.