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 East Timor and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bad Manners to the rap 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.