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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.