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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Zeros 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.