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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.