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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.