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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
New Order,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.