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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.