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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gories to the crunk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.