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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
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The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.