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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Nas,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.