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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Japan to the punk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.