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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Rapeman to the grime 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.