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 Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.