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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.