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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.