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 Palau and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.