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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.