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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
UT,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.