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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.