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 Peru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.