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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.