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 Belize and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Ludus to the grime 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood 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?
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.