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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 The Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.