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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Flipper to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.