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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.