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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.