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 Angola and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.