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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.