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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 David Axelrod 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.