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 Honduras and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Barracudas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.