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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.