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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Dead Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.