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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.