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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.