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 Singapore and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Black Moon to the grunge 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.