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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.