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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.