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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Massinfluence to the grunge 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.