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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Aswad to the punk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.