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 Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.