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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.