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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.