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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Graham Central Station to the rock 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.