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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.