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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 the Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
Slave,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.