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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
The Names,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.