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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.