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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Archie Shepp to the funk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Liliput,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Symarip,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.