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 Norway 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the techno 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.