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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life 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.