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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.