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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.