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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Terry Callier to the dance 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
The Names,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.