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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.