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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 The Fugs to the techno 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru 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?
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.