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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 The Count Five to the techno 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté 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 rap 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.