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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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?
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.