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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.