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 Jordan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Fear 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.