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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Yazoo,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.