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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.