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 Gabon and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Index,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.