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 Angola and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Ludus to the rap 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.