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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Fatback Band to the crunk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.