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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.