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 Barbados and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the rap 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.