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 Haiti 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 snare 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 Invisible to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.