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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 rhodes 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.