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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.