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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.