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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Godley & Creme to the disco 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.