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 Turkmenistan 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.