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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the rock 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
UT,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.