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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Pantytec to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
The Doors,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.