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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
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Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
X-101,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.