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 Bulgaria 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Rapeman to the jazz 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.