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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.