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 Bahamas 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 The Move to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.