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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.