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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 John Lydon to the grunge 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.