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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.