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 Peru 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Japan,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.