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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.