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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.