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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 The Seeds to the crunk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Magma,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.